Different Drum (Live)

Well, you and I travel to the beat of a different drum

Can't you tell by the way I run

Every time you make eyes at me

You cry and moan and say, "It'll work out"

But honey child, I've got my doubts

You can't see the forest for the trees

Now don't get me wrong, it's not that I knock it

It's just that I'm not in the market

For a girl who wants to love only me

And I'm not sayin' that you're not pretty

All's I'm saying's that I'm not ready

For any person, place, or thing

To try and pull the reins in on me

Well, I feel pretty sure that you'll find you a man

Who'll take a lot more than I ever could or can

And you'll settle down with him

And I know that you'll be happy

So goodbye, I'm a-leavin'

I see no sense in you cryin' and grievin'

We'll both live a lot longer

If you live without me

If you live without me

Whoa, if you live without me